"Wow, it seems like you would be able to get a job in that field pretty easily," Kasey chimed in."Oh, I suppose I could except for one problem," Eliza...eth answered with a blush. "I found very early in my career that I hate arrogant doctors and whiny patients. I suppose I should have investigated that a little earlier. My second, no third, husband had business dealings here. So I moved here with him and took the job I have now. That was in 1979. I found I enjoyed what I'm doing so I stayed there. ‘I’ll bet it was disturbed, it must have been, I was there,’ he continued, laughing out aloud. ‘Remember playing doctors and nurses in the shed?’ Jennifer enthused, laughing to herself as images of their curious, prepubescent bodies flashed through her mind. ‘Mmm, those were the days, hey?’ he said, thoughtfully. ‘No worries and all fun – where did it all go wrong?’ he asked himself rather than Jennifer, as he stared blankly at the wall. Jennifer propped herself up on her elbows and twisted. “If it makes you feel better you tell yourself that, but you and I both know what the outcome will be.” For the rest of the weekend, my husband Bryan noticed that I was in an odd mood. He kept asking me if I was okay. He was being so nice to me and I snapped and yelled at him, told him to stop asking me how I was and if I was okay. Poor, nice, considerate Bryan who was just trying to make sure that everything was okay with me and I bit his head off and snapped at him. Half an hour later I. I made my way to the cabin and pushed in with my suitcase, the look on their faces when they saw me was priceless, they were older guys twice my age, and not too shy about proffering to aid me, offering top or bottom bunk, 'Bottom', I suggested, noting my own bottom was being admired as I stepped in between them.I could feel the sexual tension and guiltily milked it, I was glad I chose this option, might be interesting when I went to bed, my dirty mind mulling scenarios as the men around me had.